Dr. Dume ~ The Doctor is In

It's a strange thing, this marriage business. There are those who say bigamy is having one wife too many. I'm beginning to think marriage might be the same.

Senga is making unreasonable demands. For one, she wants me to release the bolts on her veil. I can see where she's coming from on this. There are no mirrors here in Dume Towers, for very good reason. During thunderstorms, mirrors become portals to other dimensions and it's all too easy to walk through in the dark. Not just for me. For those hapless other-dimensional creatures too. Smashing the mirror doesn't work. All it does is create more portals. So, no mirrors.

This means Senga has no idea what she looks like. If she did, she'd be happy to keep the veil on. Perhaps I should take her to McShiny's shop in the village. He has no mirrors either, there's not much of a market for things that show people what they look like in this neck of the woods, but he has the Shiny Stones. She could look into one of those and perhaps appreciate how the veil makes her appearance almost bearable. I could bring her mother along for a comparison. Note: Must ensure the moths haven't been at my blindfold.

There is also the matter of attention. She wants some. I can't understand why. She's already pregnant. There's not much more I can do as far as I can see. She can't get any more pregnant and there'll only be one child. There has never been a Sibling Dume, ever. If there were, there would need to be a contest and the survivor would get to play 'Patricide', the traditional game of succession. One I intend to spin out as long as possible by making the child luminous. The gene splice seems to have taken, so far.

She thinks 'spending time at the computer' is time wasted. No, it's time writing. The woman has other crazy ideas too, like 'dusting' which apparently involves removing dust. The exact opposite of the normal interpretation of the word. And then there's her complaints about getting the bloodstains out of my lab coats, which is what lab coats are for, as far as I know. I wear them so I don't get bloodstains on my normal clothes.

Women are confusing things. Anyway, I have to write an article, and she's busy with some mystical wench-thing called 'ironing' which is probably illegal but does involve hot metal, so it can't be all bad.

So, best get on with it befoe she runs out of molten lead, or whatever it is she uses.